We braved the snow to hit Borders and look!
Front of the store, second table in. (Sorry about the crappy cell shot.) Considering my Borders has totally ignored my presence on the planet up to this point, I was pretty thrilled. Okay, more like wicked thrilled. My husband was very thrilled for me, too, which is so sweet. (Okay, so maybe he thinks that placement is more of a big deal than it really is, but I saw no reason to disillusion him as to my fabulousness.)
There were three more copies back on the romance shelf, too, which for my Borders is a record for the number of my books it has in stock. (That would usually be zero.) And hanging out next to Danielle Steel is not such a bad gig. (That would be back in romance. Although being up front within the peripheral vision of a book telling you how to pay zero taxes might not be bad, either.)